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Christmas

Children’s voices are raised in praise In their seducing Christmas plays. They tell of Herod so reviled, He would harm the sweet Christ Child. Hearken to merry Christmas bell As music for my kyrielle, Telling of birth so undefiled. “Born is Mary’s sweet Christ Child”. They simply can’t contain their joy At coming of the Holy Boy. Even three wise men are beguiled At birth of Mary’s sweet Christ Child. Two Thousand years ago He came. And Earth has never been the same. Joseph worried as Mary smiled At birth of her awaited child. God’s angels came to warn the two What the most evil king would do. With His bed on their donkey piled. They’re running with the sweet Christ Child. This story that does not grow old For centuries has been retold. Today the children have restyled The old tale for the sweet Christ Child.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/10/2013 4:00:00 AM
My dear Joyce, my heartfelt congratulations on your big win, too! love and big hugs, Leonora
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Date: 1/9/2013 4:21:00 PM
Great faith based work..Enjoyed reading this winner...Congrats on your win.Sara
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Date: 1/8/2013 4:57:00 PM
Joyce, a nice SEASON OF LIGHTS a nice & warm CONGRATULATIONS, with your win is a DELIGHT & ENLIGHTENMENT in OUR GLOBAL COMMUNITY (contest)... keep up the good work... always~PD
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Date: 1/4/2013 12:32:00 AM
Enjoyed this nice spiritual write..Congrats to you, love!! Jag
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Date: 1/3/2013 10:50:00 AM
I echo Isaiah's thoughts, simply beautiful! Congratulations.
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Date: 1/3/2013 10:20:00 AM
A sweet kyrielle for the Christ child, Joyce. Big congrats in the contest. It's so nice to view the winners after the season just passed.
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Date: 1/3/2013 9:56:00 AM
I like the fourth verse most. Nice that you wrote about the true meaning of Christmas and what it means to you. The story truly never does grow old.
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